Chapter Fifty-Nine

“Kaelith, how did you do that?!” Chloen repeated, louder this time.

Graeven stood, cradling his fated-mate to his chest as he did. Kaelith gasped as he jostled her shoulder and his chest vibrated in anger.

“Graeven, we need to talk about this,” Chloen demanded.

“Later,” he growled. Graeven stepped around the shattered remnants of his living room. What furniture hadn’t been destroyed by the spell